User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-3135907-20160426001946

With that, Scurvin sheathed his sword and went off to join the rest of the crew below.

When the crew had cleared and Fizalra gone, Flenta turned on Asrin. "Well, ye great plum, 'e's bound to tell bloody naow. Even if we ain't spyin' fer Derklade official-like in th' Cap'n's eyes, th' crew are goin' t'be lookin' at us real close an' special. Come on, yew two..." The ratess turned, not wanting to hear their excuses, and went below to plan out their next move in this lethal new game they were playing against Scurvin the Gambler.